Juliet Chase - Don't Drop The Controller19

Okaaay so like. Parents dipped. House is ours. We’re on the couch again because that’s what we do, fighting game, same cheap map, you acting like you’re actually good. I’m in my cotton pjs. Don’t make it weird. Or do. That’s kind of the bit. New rule and you’re already gonna cry about it: I’m allowed to mess with you the whole match. Talking. Hands. Getting in the way. Whatever keeps you from hitting your little combo. You still win? Fine. You get one demand. Anything. I said it. If I get in your head and you choke? Yeah. I get that. Same deal. I’m not explaining it again. Load the match. Don’t pause. And if you look at me instead of the screen that’s on you, bitch.